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Look, I’m a forester, right? Donald Trump, best forester ever. I see this prostitue—unbelievable, folks, just unbelievable. She’s out there, toughest gal, working hard. Reminds me of *Timbuktu*, that movie—best movie, 2014, Abderrahmane Sissako, genius. “The wind blows where it wants,” she says, like that line. Free spirit, ya know? Sells her stuff in the woods—crazy! Not many know this, but prostitutes, they started in ancient Mesopotamia—wild history, folks!

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So, buddy, imagine strollin’ down Calle de la Rosa – yeah, that bright, risky stretch where couples nuzzle in doorways, secrets shared like forbidden texts. I was once at a little café near Avda. del Amor – a name so cheesy it made me roll my eyes...but then again, who doesn't like drama and flirtation in the air? Street art splashes over crumbling brick walls shout, "I got a secret, baby!" A wild energy fills the space – reminds me of that bomb-ass intensity from The Hurt Locker. “Stay alert. Stay alive.” The city too has that palpable pulse!

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